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Hello, world!

On this crisp autumn evening, I would like to relay to you a story from the years of my youth. You see, I was a young lad, barely ten years old. As many young lads did, I went to elementary school every day, learning in class, playing on the playscape, and eating at lunch. It was that last one that created the problem, you see.

On one particular day, the cafeteria was serving Chicken Noodle Soup. Now, you probably already know that Chicken Noodle is the best of all the soups, and that means you probably already have good taste. But hark! On this particular particular day the Chicken Noodle Soup ran out before the fifth grade lunch! There was none left for us! Faced with nothing to eat but pizza, fruit, and hamburgers, some of us nearly starved.

But a hero emerged from the darkness. Colby defiantly took a sheet of paper from our classroom’s stock, and set about creating a petition. We, the below signed, disapproved of the cafeteria’s negligence. We believed in an education system where no child should go without his Chicken Noodle Soup. There would come a day when all would have delicious chickeny goodness at every lunch!

The day was saved, or so it would seem. The Man swooped in. Our petition was confiscated, and Colby was called to the principal’s office. A tense hour ensued, as we could only imagine the horror of facing off, toe-to-toe, with the one man who could control our soup supply. As the minute hand (that’s the long one) slowly ticked by, we grew more and more worried of the fate that had met Colby. But then, he emerged! After a careful series of negotiations and compromises, we had succeeded! The school agreed to try not to run out of soup in the future, and we agreed not to steal paper from the school, even if the democratic process was on the line.

Everyone won.